37. The worst profiling I ever got was from Harry Reid.

I went to a Senator's campaign kick-off in DC one night, with my long flowing locks. Harry Reid walked in the room.

From the moment he saw me, his eyes locked on me and while I'm no mind reader, I felt I knew exactly what he was thinking: you're a perp. He walked straight across the room to me and the other Senator, and when we were introduced, he growled something unintelligible and moved on.

"What the hell did I do?" I later asked the campaign-worker who had invited me. Oh, said my friend, Harry was a prosecutor for years. I must have resembled a thousand overdressed long-hairs that he put away.

That look was searing, and I felt I was guilty, for something. And I guess I was. People who stick their noses in politics probably ought to feel guilty for it.